107: Chapter 107: Alien Plot Completed, God-Level Item Acquired

[After the footage of the fierce battle between the 200,000-strong Space Fleet and two thousand alien UFOs over the Hoover Dam appeared, the entire world began to undergo a massive change.]

[Various forces flocked to the vicinity of the Hoover Dam, searching for the wreckage of the UFOs shot down in that fierce battle in an attempt to acquire powerful alien technology from them.]

[But when they actually got their hands on those wreckages, they would find that things were far more complicated than they had imagined:]

[This was not just a clash between the Deep State and the Zeta Star, but involved a much larger conspiracy spanning over a century!]

[The Grey Alien UFO that crashed in Roswell in July 1947 was not struck by lightning because it couldn't adapt to Earth's gravity during a thunderstorm.]

[Behind the UFO piloted by the Grey Aliens, a spaceship from the Moth Star had been hunting them down.]

[The Grey Aliens' UFO was destroyed by the Mothmen.]

[Afterward, the Mothmen did not leave; they fostered Jewish Financial Groups on Earth and made the Crane Family their behind-the-scenes proxies!]

[And for nearly a century, they had been secretly pushing forward a massive conspiracy to rule all of humanity!]

[Script settings, confirmed.]

The system mall interface refreshed accordingly. In addition to the original alien technology items from the [Extraterrestrial Visitor] category, a batch of new item entries labeled "Moth Star Technology" was added.

Next, it was time to buy the items.

First, he needed actual spaceship wreckage.

After all, the 200,000-strong Space Fleet and two thousand alien UFOs from before were entirely fictional illusions created by the Heaven and Earth Illusion,

and the wreckage falling from the sky was also an illusion; touching it would cause clipping.

If those forces flocking to the area found nothing around the Hoover Dam, the script would quickly be exposed.

Zhang Yi thought about it and felt that four wreckages would be enough.

In his script's logic, after the Deep State finished the battle, they would definitely send people back to clean up the battlefield, so the opportunities left for outsiders to scavenge were already slim.

He submitted his request to the system, and a quote popped up instantly:

Four million.

Zhang Yi's brows furrowed in less than half a second.

"It's just wreckage, not a real spaceship. Do you take me for a sucker?"

"I just reached ten million, and you want to fleece me for four million? Even fleecing a wealthy customer shouldn't be done like this."

The system's reply was as mechanical and cold as ever:

[Wreckage is also composed of alien technology, and the material itself has epoch-making value.]

[Four million is already the discounted price; the original price is six million.]

"Who told you to put alien technology inside the wreckage?"

Zhang Yi replied almost instantly. He spoke extremely fast, like haggling with a wet market stall owner who always tried to overcharge him.

"Just give me a shell."

"Hollow out all the alien technology inside, and leave only the outer shell."

"An empty shell of a wreckage is not worth four million."

The system fell into a rare silence for a moment, a pause longer than any of its usual responses.

If the system had human emotions, it would probably be looking at this host with an unprecedented gaze right now:

Building a secret base as a shoddy construction, making spaceship wreckage as mere showpieces, not even wanting alien technology, just wanting a layer of skin.

[Retaining only the outer shells, the four alien spaceship wreckages total 800,000.]

The system gave its final quote, paused, and then added:

[Even if it is just an empty shell, the outer shell itself is made of alien materials, and this part of the cost cannot be reduced.]

"800,000 it is, then." Zhang Yi was so straightforward that it surprised the system.

But he wasn't done yet.

He changed his tone, suddenly sounding like someone who had just finished buying vegetables at the market and casually asked for a couple of free green onions:

"However, inside these four wreckages, you need to add a few alien storage devices similar to hard drives, containing some communication fragments intercepted by the Grey Aliens."

"The content should be snippets of conversations about the Crane Family and certain Jewish Financial Groups conspiring with the Mothmen to rule humanity."

The system fell silent for a moment.

If it had human emotions before, this was the second time today that this host had taught it the meaning of human insidious nature.

It could have originally added an extra fee of 200,000 according to the rules:

[Alien on-board storage devices are precision instruments; even fragment-level recording involves quantum state writing and level-two correction.]

But in the end, it did not mention a price increase again.

This host had been bargaining with it since day one,

from "buy one get one free, it happens to be my birthday today" when buying androids, to "only rent for an hour" when renting alien spaceships, and then to "just make it a shoddy construction" when building the underground base...

Each time, he shattered the bottom line of its understanding of transaction logic.

This trick of secretly adding hard drives to the wreckage was just an intensified version of his old tricks.

[800,000. Cash on delivery.]

Zhang Yi paid expressionlessly. Watching his balance drop by 800,000 from ten million, his face was as calm as if he had just bought a bottle of mineral water at a convenience store.

But in his heart, he was already overjoyed.

His words "800,000 it is, then" just now were intentional,

meant to make the system think he was finally being generous for once, so he could slip in the hard drive requirement while it let its guard down.

If he had asked "how much to add hard drives" right from the start, the system would have definitely quoted a price as usual and would never have waived the cost of the hard drives.

But he first used the casual phrasing of "adding a few things like hard drives" to blur the value anchor,

and then guided the system, based on their over two months of bargaining history, to automatically generate a wrong prediction:

"This guy is going to start bargaining again, better lock down the main item quickly!"

Sure enough, in order to prevent him from bargaining on the wreckage again, the system directly gave up on adding a quote for the hard drives.

Having swindled 200,000 for free, the system even felt it had saved itself some trouble.

"This system of mine... is really a bit naive."

He sighed silently in his heart, then opened the deployment map and placed the four empty alien spaceship wreckages at four coordinate points around the Hoover Dam.

After doing all this, he continued to search for the next item in the mall.

This item was prepared for the upcoming million-strong Zeta Star fleet in the near future.

Merely displaying those bloody lines of "Hand over the Fourth Prince, Prince Dao Dun" on the sky dome did not cause enough fear and emotional fluctuation.

Coupled with the Biden administration's desperate efforts to block the news, the number of people who knew about it was decreasing, and the rate of emotional points income would also drop.

A strong dose of medicine had to be administered to all of humanity to squeeze out more emotional points.

Adhering to the principle of saving where possible and spending where necessary, Zhang Yi never hesitated when it came to truly important matters.

After browsing the mall for a good while, he finally found an item priced at five million emotional points.

[Quantum State Holographic Communication and Monitoring Core, Price: 5,000,000 emotional points.]

Its design principle came from the Zeta Star technology system:

It was itself an eleven-dimensional object composed of nine-dimensional atoms, capable of unfolding in two-dimensional low-dimensional space and folding in eleven-dimensional high-dimensional space.